My mom used to sing a song that said:
"Oh how I hate to get up in the morning! Oh, how I'd love to remain in bed! Someday I'm going to murder that bugler. Someday they're going to find him dead."
She would wake up so cranky that on Sunday's if she said she was going to take a nap, we would beg her not to do it, for our own sakes.
This gene has been passed on to me.
Sleep is sacred, I take it very seriously, and I simply can not to relate to others who don't.
M is 13 1/2 months old and has been sleeping quite nicely in our closet. It is pitch black, and the clothing on the racks muffles the outside noise.
After our big trip I decided it was as good a time as any to move him in to E's room, as they will have to share growing up [we do have another bedroom, but I enjoy having a guest room (read: I'm a glutten for punishment)]. So we moved the crib.
I knew it would an adjustment, so E slept in the extra bedroom until the transition time is done. Monday morning I hear the sounds of playing and see this:
Apparently, with all the toys being in E's room 5:53 AM is a perfectly reasonble time to greet the day. I did not embrace this fact with even a measure of glee.
Somehow, E ended up back in his room in the middle of the night, and they must have pow-wowed to ensure that I knew the joy that is pre-dawn rising.
So 6:30 AM saw me hanging black trashbags over the glass on their window (along with the blinds and curtains, it is pretty dark in there now).
Tuesday morning fared a wee bit better: 6:15 AM
Today: 7:05 AM
I know that for some of you these hours are par for the course, and from you I will probably receive little sympathy. But in my family 5:53 AM is only for activities such as the AUTOMATIC sprinklers going off so that the grass gets watered before it's too hot. Those digits were just not meant for human viewing.
Query: Would it be totally unreasonable for a 13-year old to be sleeping in his parents closet?